Chapter 6
CHAPTER SIX
LUKA
I hated myself, though I'd never admit it out loud. I hated that I hurt her feelings, made her cry, when I wasn't mad at her . I was mad at the situation. I was mad that a company everyone trusted botched our transaction, and I was furious that I uncovered just how unjust the omegas have it.
She never should have been there for seven years. And if we hadn't come along, our omega would have been there for eight. Eight years without sunlight. I couldn't fathom it. If it was a dorm of alphas, they would have had a revolt on their hands.
The situation, coupled with a long drive, admittedly made me one grumpy alpha, and when we reached our home, our own personal sanctuary in the middle of open fields and rolling hills, with its own beautiful clusters of trees, I knew it was best to leave Felix and Alfie to the omega, and cool my mood a bit.
When everyone was in the safety of our home and our alarms were set, I collected the omega's bags and carried them to her nest. Her measly two duffels were upsetting in themselves. Do they not make enough money from the alphas to at least spoil the omegas as they deserved? She should be covered in riches, not a threadbare shirt and leggings that were made cheaply compared to my standards. Was it like this for all omegas? Did they only dress their finest on days when they were to be showed off to their alphas and taken home? Our omega is owed more than threadbare.
I'd change that for her.
I'd change everything she knew until she realized that she was perfect... even if I made her feel less than.
She was perfect, I'd admit. I had expectations, but the more I looked at our little omega, the way I openly watched her through the rear-view mirror as I drove and she slept against Alfie, the more I realized that I would have never been happy with the omega I had requested. She would have been too plain, too much of a copy and paste version of all the omegas I know, and I was never one to follow fads. I didn't care for the things everyone else had. Our omega should not be an exception to that.
I looked around the nest that was a sliding door off of our bedroom, and I wondered how she would make it her own. We purchased stuff, but it was based off of another omega’s likes, and our omega, well, she couldn't be more opposite. I dropped her duffels onto the mat on the floor, closing my eyes against the strong scent of dark, rich cherries that handling the bags had stirred up.
Cherries. I never knew I could love a scent so much. Never knew I could crave it. But in less than a day, the simple scent traveled straight down my spine and to my cock that was already starting to harden at the mere thought of tasting her. And I wanted to taste her. Taste every inch of our omega until she was squirming and slick with her desire for us.
Fuck.
I couldn't think this way. She was a shy, timid thing. Probably way sweeter than I ever deserved.
Still, knowing I shouldn't think of that sweet curvy omega downstairs didn't stop me from stroking my hard length in the shower, gripping my knot until my vision blurred and my release was spent against the bathroom wall. Shit, not even a full twelve hours with this girl and my mind was a jumble with the need to mark her, claim her, own her until my knot was buried inside her soft body and my children filled her womb.
I was out of the shower and dressed in a pair of cotton pants and a shirt when they brought the omega into our room. Alfie, as he always does, was talking her ear off, but she didn't seem to mind. In fact, the omega seemed more relaxed than earlier, and I wondered what went on in the kitchen that I missed.
"This is our room," Alfie explained, before he walked toward the sliding barn door that held her personal space.
My stomach tightened as I waited, wondering what she would think. Felix pulled the door open, gesturing for her to enter. She did, and when she saw the space, her mouth hung open, and she gasped, "It's so big!"
"That's what she said," Alfie mumbled under his breath, and a growl left me as a warning.
She didn't hear him, thankfully. That was no way to talk around an omega.
Felix stepped forward, subtly elbowing Alfie, who only smirked. "There is a pile of things over in the corner you could use for your nest. But you're welcome to anything in our home, or anything you don't see, we can buy. Anything you want."
She walked to the corner, her hands running over the pile of expensive fleece. Her face scrunched up, but she said nothing about them, instead turned. "Thank you, you have been generous in providing. This room, it's bigger than anything I've ever had."
"You do not like them," I observed, and her head whipped in my direction.
"They are lovely." She smiled.
"I did not ask if they were lovely; I asked if you liked them, and you do not. Your face when you touched them gave it away," I stated.
"I'm sorry, Alpha." She looked to the ground like a scowled child. Why the hell was she sorry? "They aren't a texture I am fond of."
I walked to the pile, picking up all of the fleece and removing it from her nest. Then I went back and took her hand, pulling her out. Our linen cabinet was down the hall, and I didn't stop until I reached it. Pulling open the door, I finally spoke. "Take anything you wish, omega. Tomorrow you can find what you like online. When you are marked, we can take you out to shop where you can feel the textures."
Her pale cheeks turned an adorable shade of red at the mention of marking. I understood, it was an intimate affair, and it required trust. Trust was something that we had to build. To bite an omega without permission and trust is well, it's criminal.
"You'd do that for me? Allow me to buy whatever I wanted to sleep on?"
I sighed. "You're our omega. Omegas deserve what they desire."
"Thank you," she whispered.
I reached up, my fingers instantly wrapping a curl around them. "You don't need to thank us. It's our job to provide."
This feeling with her was too much, too close... too intimate. Her scent was choking me, making me desire to take to her right here, right now. My inner alpha begged me to, reminding me that alphas always got what they wanted. And right now, he wanted her.
I pulled away, dropping her soft strand of hair and putting my guard up to shield me from coming on too strong, from scaring her away. "Grab whatever you need, then Felix will show you the showers."
I turned and strolled away, leaving the omega alone in the hall, searching through our linens, because I was too tempted by desire to stand there so close. Too ready to give in to a weakness and let this omega that we hardly knew consume me. An alpha has more control than that, except with this odd little omega, all my control seemed to be slipping. Fast.